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Marianne Wood: Gifts

By Marianne Wood The gifts of the magi, the gifts of the spirit, the gifts we give for birthdays, holidays, and all sorts of celebrations vary greatly. At this time of year, my news and social media feeds are full of recommendations, from books to groceries. The Trader Joe advertisement sucked me in today. So many things to try like

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Dinner at a Good Friend’s Table

By Marianne Wood “Some organizations become known for certain programs or fundraisers. The Abilene Woman’s Club became known during the 1980s for its Holiday Tables, and the Abilene Preservation League garnered a reputation for Dining at a Good Friend’s Table…” wrote Roy Helen Ackers, also known as “Miz Cheevus” for the Abilene Reporter-News in June of 2016. For those new to Abilene,

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Important Roles to Play

By Marianne Wood Lily intimidates me. Every time she calls, I feel panic rise in my guts. She will ask me questions I do not comprehend. Falstaff has a lovely, resonant voice but also makes me uncomfortable. This may be because of his deep bass instructions and seemingly great size. I usually understand him, but I shake a little as

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Optimizing

By Marianne Wood My word for 2025 is optimizing. I have some questions to guide why. Have you ever noticed that food tastes weird when you are sick? I’m sure you have. Even chocolate cake. But especially salsa and other spicy foods. Mild salsa on a tongue infected with a cold feels like an acupuncture treatment. And even the best

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Taking Flight

By Marianne Wood On an early morning flight, I caught this view outside my window. It made me wonder, why do we–God’s creation–spend so much time and effort celebrating the underside of the comfy-looking celestial bed of clouds? And how might we motivate ourselves to look above it more? The answer always seems to be that navel-gazing is normal and

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Refuge in a Crowd

By Marianne Wood As a young child, I often sought refuge in the space below a round coffee table in our living room. This safe-seeming shelter was open on all sides, but I felt practically invisible since the table was low to the ground, about eighteen inches tall. And I must have been inconspicuous and certainly out of the way

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